Chapter 259: Liao Linjun's Reasonable Analysis of Keqi
"What do you plan to change?" Liao Linjun asked with interest.
Duan Ran on the side also pricked up his ears. In the past month of text messages between the two, Qin Jian had never mentioned changing the song, so he was a little curious for a moment.
Not to mention k491, Liszt’s clock competition scene gave her a huge surprise.
As for Qin Jian, he has no intention of avoiding this issue. After all, he will be on stage in two days, and he will not be able to hide it by then. Besides, there is no need.
After coughing slightly, he said: "I won't change the concerto, but still play k491."
"My own choice of music, I plan to play a variation this time."
"Variations?" Duan Ran asked curiously, "Whose variations?"
"Chris Variation No. 7."
After Qin Jian finished speaking, Liao Linjun was stunned. She seemed to have never heard of this title.
Duan Ran thought for a moment, looked at Qin Jian doubtfully and said, "Chris' Seventh Variation? I've never heard of this variation."
Qin Jian smiled and replied: "An unknown little work."
Duan Ran curled his lips: "Just play it, it's mysterious."
Qin Jian still smiled, but his hands did not move.
Liao Linjun was still searching in her mind. Among the works from the Baroque period to the modern music school, she found a few Variations No. 7.
But the name Chris seemed to be the only one in her mind that had the word "Chris" in the name of the violin maker who invented the hammer, not the composer.
Maybe it was a work written by a modern person. Liao Linjun gave up the entanglement. After all, piano was not her main major, but she was also very interested in the piece Qin Jian said.
"Cheapskate."
Seeing that Qin Jian was smiling but not smiling, Duan Ran felt his teeth itching and snorted, "Can you play!?"
Qin Jian spread his hands.
"Okay, okay," Liao Linjun interrupted, "Qin Jian, let's listen to a piece of music."
"That's right, why are you so embarrassed? I've never seen you so thin-skinned before." Duan Ran added the blow.
Under the offensive of two women, one large and one small, Qin Jian finally failed to resist.
"It's really a small work."
As he spoke, he raised his hands, and his ten fingers jumped. Suddenly, the soft melody was like a burst of fragrant warmth, like the wind waves blowing on the wheat waves, across the entire room.
For the third variation, Chris’ prompt was full of charm. As for the title, Qin Jian hadn’t thought about it yet.
Qin Jian likes this slow melody.
This melody is tender. Duan Ran is sure that this is the first time he has heard this melody in his life. For most people, when they hear the melody again, they will have the same impression in their mind, but
She didn't have any.
"It sounds good." Buried in the melody, Duan Ran took out his phone, but forgot to record this moment.
Liao Linjun is not Duan Ran, although she admits that this piece of music is indeed moving. The uninterrupted ups and downs between the melody lines are like invisible pulses, making people feel like their heart is pounding.
But at the same time, another doubt arose in her mind.
There is no doubt that from this piece of music alone, although the speed is not fast, it is full of momentum. The decorative details and the rational thinking hidden in the music all imply the characteristics of the Baroque music period.
From the perspective of the tonal orientation of music, not only have there been three key modulations, but the musical structure and texture elements also tend to be in the style of classical works.
Because it was just a piece of music, Liao Linjun could not make any further analysis, but she was almost 90% sure that this melody was not a modern work.
Then the question arises. No matter what period of time, once a work like this comes out, it is naturally impossible for it to remain unknown.
So, why has she never heard of it?
And the point is, why did this music come from Qin Jian’s fingers?
""Chris Variation Seventh..."
Liao Linjun murmured, and at this moment, the music suddenly stopped after a key change.
The room became quiet.
"Show me your score." Liao Linjun said and walked to Qin Jian's piano. She couldn't wait to take a look at this piece.
"I'm at home, so I didn't take it." Qin Jian smiled. He wasn't lying. "I'll send it to you when I get back."
With that said, Qin Jian felt that it was almost done. Some things had to be done slowly, at least until he had fully understood the piece.
moment.
"Duan Ran, do you still want to practice the piano?" Qin Jian turned around and asked.
Duan Ran shook her head. She didn't come to Vienna for a long time this time, and she didn't want to spend all her time in the piano room.
Qin Jian turned around, looked at Liao Linjun and said, "Sister Lin Jun, it's still early, why don't you take us around the area? The Vienna University of Music and Performing Arts is not far away."
"I want to take a look."
"Okay, I originally wanted to take you to have a look after the game, so let's pack up."
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As the cradle of classical music greats, the Vienna University of Music and Performing Arts is also the largest public music institution in Austria.
Since its establishment in 1819, more than 10,000 musicians have been born here.
It's just that there is something different about Qin Jian at this moment.
Accompanied by Liao Linjun, the three of them walked around in a circle. Qin Jian could only say that this school was completely different from the Vienna State University he had imagined before.
There are no tall European-style student apartments, no luxurious main concert hall building, except for the green grassland on campus.
"This school is really not big."
Liao Linjun followed from behind and walked to Qin Jian's side, "Why, are you a little disappointed?"
"I can't say I'm disappointed, it's just not the same as I imagined." Qin Jian said with a smile.
Liao Linjun smiled and said: "I was a little disappointed when I came here for the first time, but in fact it was not like that."
"The departments of this school are located in almost nineteen corners of Vienna. The Quan Palace Theater, the Liszt Concert Hall, and the St. Church we just passed by are all our teaching venues."
Liao Linjun patted Qin Jian's shoulder, "But if you come, you'll still be here."
Saying that, he walked forward.
"Come, take you two to a good place."
The three of them walked along the flat path for about a minute and came to a three-story yellow building.
The mottled walls are gray-green and covered with traces of time.
"This is the library, and it's also the place where I spent the most time besides my apartment when I was in school," Liao Linjun said.
"Isn't the piano room where you spend the longest time?" Duan Ran asked curiously.
"You need to pay for the mobile piano room here. In 2003, it was 3 euros per hour. I am not like someone who has his own fixed piano room at school. I usually hide in the bathroom of my apartment and play the piano."
Liao Linjun sighed, as time passed by before his eyes.